Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The air in the yard was as thick as solidified honey, and Lin Qiye found it extremely difficult to push the wheelchair.

Every turn of the wheel was accompanied by a sharp pain like muscle tearing.

But he just gritted his teeth, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

This body is so completely damaged that if I want to recover, I have to be a little harder on myself.

Just then, "Knock, knock, knock", the dull knocking sound suddenly rang out, interrupting the dead silence of rehabilitation.

Lin Qiye frowned. Who would come at this time?

He maneuvered his wheelchair, slowly slid to the door, and reached out to pull the bolt.

There was no one outside the door.

Only the cold evening wind swirled into the yard, carrying a few fallen leaves.

An inexplicable chill crept up my spine. It wasn't the coldness of the weather, but the chill of being spied on and locked in.

Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly became sharp, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

He did not close the door immediately, but sat quietly at the door like a sculpture.

The atmosphere at this moment was as frozen as ice.

The next second, he felt it.

It's not something you see with your eyes, but the cells of your entire body are screaming out a warning.

He looked up suddenly and saw that the sky above the yard was covered by a huge shadow.

It was a figure that could not be described in words, with a pure white halo forming his outline.

The six huge wings behind him slowly spread out, blocking out the last ray of sunlight.

Sacred, majestic, and cannot be looked directly at.

The enormous pressure was like a substance, sucking all the air out of the entire yard and even stopping the wind.

Michael.

Lin Qiye's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and suddenly skipped a beat.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, there was not a single unnecessary expression on his face.

He just sat in the wheelchair, looking up into the pair of golden eyes that looked down upon all living beings, as calmly as if he was looking at an uninvited guest.

"Is there something?" Lin Qi...or rather, Wu Hen's soul, using Lin Qiye's body, uttered two words.

The calmer he appeared, the more frantic his inner calculations became.

Archangel Michael, a mythical being, why is he here?

Michael seemed a little surprised by his calmness, and his golden eyes flickered slightly.

His huge figure began to shrink, and the light faded.

Finally, it transformed into a handsome man in a white suit and with blond hair draped over his shoulders, and landed silently in the middle of the yard.

He walked forward step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on Lin Qiye's heartbeat.

The suffocating pressure did not disappear, but was concentrated in his body.

"Mortal, aren't you afraid of me?" Michael's voice was emotionless, as if it were an oracle.

"Is it useful to be afraid?" Lin Qiye pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a rogue smile.

"If you're scared, will you leave? Or if you're scared, will you let me stand on my two legs?"

He pointed to his numb legs with an attitude that was so calm that it was almost provocative.

This was his disguise, a cripple with a life in danger and no fear.

Michael fell silent. He seemed ill-equipped for this kind of conversation.

"It's windy outside, come in and talk?"

Lin Qiye took the initiative to invite him, turning his wheelchair around and leaving the other person with an unprotected back.

"Or are you used to standing and talking in other people's yards?"

Michael followed in.

The room was not big and simply furnished, but it seemed extremely crowded after he entered.

Lin Qiye slid to the table, picked up the teapot that had already gone cold, and poured two cups of water.

"There's nothing special to offer, just boiled water. Make do with it." He pushed one of the cups over.

Michael looked at the glass of water, hesitated for a moment, and actually reached out his hand, imitating Lin Qiye's behavior, and picked up the glass.

But he obviously didn't control the strength well. With a slight force of his fingers, the cheap glass was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks.

He seemed to realize his mistake and carefully relaxed his strength.

Then he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip stiffly, as if completing an extremely complicated task.

This clumsy and funny scene gave the almost frozen tense atmosphere in the room a sense of absurdity.

Lin Qiye saw it, but became even more alert.

A being who is so unfamiliar with even drinking water shows that he has rarely or never come into contact with the human world in this form.

If such a person comes in person, his plans will surely be earth-shattering.

"I saved you." Michael put down the cup and got straight to the point.

His voice remained flat, as if he was stating a fact.

"Thanks." Lin Qiye answered simply, "So, what's the price?"

He didn't believe that pie would fall from the sky, especially when the pie was thrown down by the archangel himself.

Michael's golden eyes locked onto him: "I'm not here simply to save a mortal. I need your help."

"Me?" Lin Qiye felt as if he had just heard a huge joke. "How can a disabled person help you? Push your wheelchair around the streets?"

"I want to investigate something." Michael ignored his ridicule and said in a serious tone.

"Over fifty years ago, the seal on the moon was broken by an unknown force, and a crack appeared in the 'Gate'. I need to know the truth."

The smile on Lin Qiye's face slowly disappeared, and his pupils shrank slightly in an instant when no one noticed.

Moon Seal?

He immediately realized that the level of this matter was far beyond his imagination.

"What does this have to do with me?" he asked calmly.

"For such a devastating event, you wouldn't turn to your temple or the guardians of other countries, but to a useless person like me?"

"Because you, or rather, your body, is connected to the God of Xia." Michael said word by word.

God Xia!

These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Lin Qiye's mind.

He finally understood what a terrifying vortex he had been drawn into.

His relationship with God Xia is his biggest secret and the trump card that allows him to play in this world.

But now, this secret was actually pointed out directly by an archangel!

"I don't understand what you're talking about." He denied it flatly, but his hands, tightly gripping the armrests of the wheelchair with white knuckles, betrayed his inner unrest.

Michael didn't press the issue, but simply stated, "After the Twilight of the Gods, Xia was the only Eastern god who didn't return to the Kingdom of God."

"We need his strength, or rather, we need your help to find him."

"Why God Xia?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask, this question was crucial.

"Don't you have any other gods in the Western Temple who can handle this matter?"

Michael was silent for a moment. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in that instant, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped him again.

"Because we can't be sure whether the other gods..." He paused and uttered a word that made Lin Qiye feel cold all over, "whether they are still 'clean'."

"The crack in the moon's seal is leaking the breath of Cthulhu."

Michael's voice was low and cold. "That kind of pollution is also effective against gods. And the God of Xia is the only one who can be confirmed to be uncontaminated."

The deep-rooted distrust of the gods in his words was even more frightening than the divine power he brought.

Lin Qiye's back was already wet.

This is too much information.

Could the gods be corrupted?

Then who can be trusted in this world?

He finally understood why Michael came to him in person.

He was not making a request, but issuing a notice that could not be refused.

In a situation where even God may not be trustworthy, I, who have a connection with the only "clean" God Xia, become the only breakthrough.

"What do you need me to do?" Lin Qiye took a deep breath.

"Very good." Michael seemed very satisfied with his timely approach.

"You are too weak right now. I will take you to the first clue point for investigation in a few days."

"I have not……"

Lin Qiye was about to say that he had not agreed yet, but before he could say anything, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a very faint black shadow flashing outside the window!

The speed of the black shadow was extremely fast. If he had not been highly concentrated at the moment, he would not have been able to catch it.

It was like a ghost, staying outside the window for less than a thousandth of a second before disappearing without a trace.

Someone is watching!

Spying on him? Or on... Michael?